Life is Short -- A poem to remember

[Pujah.]

>>> >> > It was early in the morning at four,

>>> >> > When death knocked upon a bedroom door,

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Who is there? The sleeping one cried.

>>> >> > I'm Malkul Mawt, let me inside.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > At once, the man began to shiver,

>>> >> > As one sweating in deadly fever,

>>> >> >

>>> >> > He shouted to his sleeping wife,

>>> >> > Don't let him take away my life.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Please go away, O Angel of Death!

>>> >> > Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > My family on me depends,

>>> >> > Give me a chance, O please prepense!

>>> >> >

>>> >> > The angel knocked again and again,

>>> >> > Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Tis your soul Allah requires,

>>> >> > I come not with my own desire.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Bewildered, the man began to cry,

>>> >> > O Angel I'm so afraid to die,

>>> >> >

>>> >> > I'll give you gold and be your slave,

>>> >> > Don't send me to the unlit grave.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,

>>> >> > Open the door; get up from your bed,

>>> >> >

>>> >> > If you do not allow me in,

>>> >> > I will walk through it, like a Jinn.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > The man held a gun in his right hand,

>>> >> > Ready to defy the Angel's stand.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > I'll point my gun, towards your head,

>>> >> > You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > By now the Angel was in the room,

>>> >> > Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Foolish man, Angels never die,

>>> >> > Put down your gun and do not sigh.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,

>>> >> > To die according to Allah's plan?

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Come smile at me, do not be grim,

>>> >> > Be Happy to return to Him.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > O Angel! I bow my head in shame,

>>> >> > I had no time to take Allah's Name.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,

>>> >> > Not even caring for my health.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Allah's command I never obeyed,

>>> >> > Nor five times a day I ever prayed.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,

>>> >> > But no time had I to repent.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > The Hajj was already FARD on me,

>>> >> > But I would not part with my money.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > All charities I did ignore,

>>> >> > Taking usury more and more.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine,

>>> >> > With flirting women I sat to dine.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > O Angel! I appeal to you,

>>> >> > Spare my life for a year or two.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > The Laws of Quran I will obey,

>>> >> > I'll begin SALAT this very day.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,

>>> >> > And keep away from self-conceit.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > I will refrain from usury,

>>> >> > And give all my wealth to charity,

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Wine and wenches I will detest,

>>> >> > Allah's oneness I will attest.

>>> >> > We Angels do what Allah demands,

>>> >> > We cannot go against His commands.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Death is ordained for everyone,

>>> >> > Father, mother, daughter or son.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > I'm afraid this moment is your last,

>>> >> > Now be reminded, of your past,

>>> >> >

>>> >> > I do understand your fears,

>>> >> > But it is now too late for tears.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > You lived in this world, two score and more,

>>> >> > Never did you, your people adore.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Your parents, you did not obey,

>>> >> > Hungry beggars, you turned away.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,

>>> >> > In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Instead of making more Muslims,

>>> >> > You made your children non-Muslims.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,

>>> >> > Nor did you read the Holy Quran.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Breaking promises all your life,

>>> >> > Backbiting friends, and causing strife.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > From hoarded goods, great profits you made,

>>> >> > And your poor workers, you underpaid.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Horses and cards were your leisure,

>>> >> > Moneymaking was your pleasure.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > You ate vitamins and grew more fat,

>>> >> > With the very sick, you never sat.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > A pint of blood you never gave,

>>> >> > Which could a little baby save?

>>> >> >

>>> >> > O Human, you have done enough wrong,

>>> >> > You bought good properties for a song.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > When the farmers appealed to you,

>>> >> > You did not have mercy, tis true.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Paradise for you? I cannot tell,

>>> >> > Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > There is no time for you to repent,

>>> >> > I'll take your soul for which I am sent.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > The ending however, is very sad,

>>> >> > Eventually the man became mad

>>> >> >

>>> >> > With a cry, he jumped out of bed,

>>> >> > And suddenly, he fell down dead.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > O Reader! Take moral from here,

>>> >> > You never know, your end may be near

>>> >> >

>>> >> > Change your living and make amends

>>> >> > For heaven, on your deeds depends.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > If this poem inspires you,

>>> >> > It can help someone too.

>>> >> >

>>> >> > ***********************************************

[Paragon]

Death come near me not

 

Indho-deeq a truthful poem and very reminding sis

 

Thank you for reminding us of death

 

Itaqullaah ya muslimiin